Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2004 20:25:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marie LeClare
Subject: Flight to Nashville - lesbian encounters
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental
Flight to Nashville FFFF
By
Marie LeClare
As I boarded the American Airlines flight for Nashville, I remembered back
to the time I used to work as a flight attendant for American, and wondered
if I would see any of the old crew I knew.
My thoughts were interrupted as I entered the cabin when an old friend
yelled out "Marie!" It was Duane, the only gay attendant that I liked, and
he pulled me aside to spend a few minutes catching up on the news and
gossip.
As I made my way to my window seat I noticed 2 young women, sitting
together, looking at me with their mouths wide open, so smiling at them I
took my seat. I kept waiting for someone to take the aisle seat next to me
but much to my relief it stayed empty.
As I opened my laptop computer, after takeoff, and tried to concentrate on
a new story, the older woman came over to me and asked, in more of a
statement than a question "You're Marie LeClare aren't you?" as she sat on
the edge of the seat. "Yes, that's me" I replied with a warm smile, as my
eyes took in her fabulous figure.
Gesturing with her hand to her travelling companion, she said "my roommate
and I love your stories and your pictures. We act them out". Looking in the
direction of her hand I saw her companion half sitting with her leg up a
little bit, so I could see her black satin thong, and the thought crossed
my mind that if I could, I would love to seduce them both, but I couldn't
think how on the flight.
Now the 777 planes, or equipment as we call them, has a capacity of 245
seats and a compliment of 12 flight attendants, but the reason I bring this
up is that there's a supply room located behind the main galley that is
almost never opened during a flight.
As I sat thinking about ways to get these women alone the one next to me
brought me back to reality by asking, "do you get horny writing those
stories?" and tracing her finger on the little pattern on my blouse over my
nipple, which by now was getting harder by the minute.
Taking a quick look around to see if we could be seen, and deciding we
couldn't by anybody except her companion across the aisle, I reached to
press her hand tightly to my breast and said "yes I do but not half as
horny as I am now".
Looking across the aisle I saw her companion had pulled aside her thong and
was fingering her pussy as she watched us and our breast play, and soon
felt this woman's hand reaching up under my denim skirt and feeling for my
pussy.
Feeling her fingers softly rubbing my pussy through my cotton panties was
having a much greater affect than I realized and I told her "I'm going to
stuff those in your mouth if I can get you alone".
Stopping her playing, I said "I know a place if you want to have some fun,
but it's a little dangerous" as I rang the button for Duane. "Oh yes, we
both would love to get you alone" she said, as Duane suddenly appeared. "Is
the supply room vacant" I asked with a wink, and after getting the biggest
grin he handed me the key.
As I started to get up to go to the supply room I told her, "wait a few
minutes and have your friend join us", and as an afterthought I asked, "by
the way, what's your name?" "Emily" she said with a smile.
Entering the supply room I thought to myself, this is so crazy to be doing
this but my pussy has always come first. When they entered they were all
over me.
Emily had started kissing me with such passion, and her friend had hiked up
my skirt, and was busily rolling down my hose and panties. With them both
kneeling, Emily in front and her friend licking my ass I was in
heaven. Feeling Emily's tongue exploring my wet hot pussy was an experience
I'm glad I didn't miss.
As Emily opened me up to lick my inner lips and tantalize my swollen clit
with her tongue, her friend had parted the cheeks of my ass and was tongue
fucking my asshole. My pussy juice was dripping down Emily's face and my
moans were getting louder, as the floodgates opened and I gushed filling
Emily's mouth with pussy honey.
In the throws of my orgasmistic pleasure we heard a key enter the lock to
the door and before we had a chance to cover ourselves, or even to think of
an excuse, in walked a cute flighty, named Cathy, who started to say "hey
you guys be quiet in here" and the words seemed to trail off as she said,
closing the door behind her, "this is so fucking hot. Somebody do me".
Having her sit on a large box in the corner, Emily's friend couldn't wait
to lick her hot wet pussy, and I knelt to taste Emily's pussy as she leaned
against the cabin wall. Licking and nibbling on Emily's pussy I could feel
her fingers running through my hair, and pulling me closer to her hot
pussy.
I wanted to cum again and again, and not knowing how much time we had left,
I started to finger my pussy furiously, while my other hand cupped Cathy's
breast and my fingers pinched her nipple through her uniform. My tongue
plunging deep, probing Emily's pussy walls with my nose pressing against
her swollen clit, made her pussy volcano errupt. Feeling and tasting her
pussy honey fill my mouth was all I needed to go over the edge, and as I
came my moans were drowned out with me pressing my face to her hot pussy.
It was then that we heard the captain come over the intercom for everybody
to return to their seats, and put them in an upright position. It was the
most fun I've ever had on a flight, and after we exchanged phone numbers,
and promised to get together again, I returned to my seat, knowing full
well that I would be using those phone numbers real soon.
If you like this story, or have suggestions for further stories, please
write me at MarieLeClare@Yahoo.com
I also have a women's only free group on Yahoo for those women 18 years of
age or older.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MarieLeClaresStoryland/